文本歌词

If she could loose
I'd hate to be the other side of Sunday weather
I'd hate to be the hair-bringer oh babe cuz
I'd hate to be the one who lost my love to you
Love wasn't there when I saw you
I knew my way around
And the grass was growing extra tall for me
And I had your number in my head
I could hardly remember the way it was before
Then I saw the changes in the policy
It was extra bold for me
Was extra bold for me
If she could loose
I'd hate to be the other side of Sunday weather
I'd hate to be the hair-bringer oh babe cuz
I'd hate to be the one who lost my love to you
The time can take as long as it wants to
And my ayy said never never so long
And know that I have never seen the winds like you
If she could loose
I'd hate to be the other side of Sunday weather
I'd hate to be the hair-bringer oh babe cuz
I'd hate to be the one who lost my love to you